Zhao Sheng gave a slight smile and said, "Mr. Song, you need not worry. Your wager is quite simple, not excessive at all. I have only one request. When Mingzheng and I get married, how about each of you brings a gift to celebrate?"
"No problem!" Song Xingyun agreed without a second thought, then joked, "If Taoist Zhao does not marry Miss Dong after all, does that mean we can save our gifts?"
"Rest assured! You'll definitely be sending those gifts," said Zhao Sheng confidently.
"Really? I don't believe it," one responded.
"How about we make another bet?" Zhao Sheng suggested.
"Absolutely not, Ying Tianlong has just left barely a moment ago."
In the midst of this light-hearted conversation, the stakes of their bet were established.
On the surface, Zhao Sheng seemed to be letting everyone off easy, but in reality, they greatly admired his method.
